Rebel (Prophet I)

The weight of a crown can bend one's spine

Into the most grotesque shapes

When the neck is burdened with heavy lies

One sees the world in brand new ways

I fear not men or beasts, nor the monsters of the sea

Death by the coward's hand

Or enslavement caused by wicked schemes

Stringing together the clippings of a dying age

The gaping fallacies beholden inside every page

The truth lies inside the spacing a of white

Those words hold no power, their weight is light

They say: Tame your tongue, bind your mouth

You know He's listening

But I say: Weigh your words, forget what you have heard

Because I'm listening, there's fault in everything

He says: I may lose the battle, but the fight will go ever on

Every knee will bow and every tongue will confess

The King calls me into His arms

The weight of a crown can bend one's spine

Into the most grotesque shapes

When the neck is burdened with heavy lies

One sees the world in brand new ways

Sharper than venom

Darker than ravens

He will tear the walls to the Kingdom to the ground

Fabricating the need of His presence

To shatter the walls of his weak-minded peasants

They say: Tame your tongue, bind your mouth

You know He's listening

But I say: Weigh your words, forget what you have heard

Because I'm listening, there's fault in everything

He says